Chapter 60

The rain was pouring down. Before the car had even come to a complete stop in front of the gate, An Xiang hurriedly got out and rushed into the rain, heading straight for the Apartment Building.

As the elevator doors opened, An Zimo, huddled in the corner, came into view.

He looked disheveled, his face smudged with black and gray, his clothes wrinkled and crumpled, with a few weeds still stuck to his cuffs. An Zimo was very sleepy, his arms wrapped around his knees, his head resting on his arms, like a lonely little wolf cub, his whole body radiating misery and pitifulness.

An Xiang catch her breath and approach him cautiously. Although she tried to be as quiet as possible, the slightest movement still startled him.

An Zimo rubbed his eyes, looked up to meet her gaze, then stood up and said in a serious tone, "This time I didn't run away from home, it was a premeditated abduction."

He was very serious, and there was no emotion in his eyes.

I wonder if it hurts when I see two cuts on my son's fair skin.

But she felt extremely distressed. Her cold hand slowly and gently covered that small face, her eyelashes trembled, and large tears fell. At first, it was just sobbing, but then it turned into loud crying.

An Zimo was baffled by her crying again, and frowned, saying, "Crying won't help, I'm not going to comfort you."

An Xiang squatted down and pulled her son into her arms. Her tears and rainwater clung to An Zimo, who was slightly An Zimo about cleanliness and immediately felt uncomfortable. He gave Pei Yizhou, who was following behind, a look that was hard to describe.

The man simply watched, showing no intention of disturbing them.

An Zimo twitched the corner of his mouth, resignedly letting An Xiang hug him and cry.

It took her a long time to stop, and with red eyes, she said, "Where is the kind person who brought you back?"

"I'm going back."

"You went back?"

"Hmm. They dropped me off and then went back. They said they weren't good at handling people's thanks and told you not to worry about it or go looking for her." An Zimo relayed the other person's words emotionlessly, his serious little face successfully easing An Xiang's sadness.

She could probably understand the kind passerby's feelings. Most people do good deeds on a whim, not out of gratitude or any other reason. Perhaps this is kindness, existing in daily life, in every gesture.

An Xiang patted his head and decided not to call, so as not to disturb the life of someone she had no feelings for.

She took out her phone and opened the private chat with the kind person. "Come on, say thank you to your sister."

An Zimo wrinkled her nose, her whole face contorted in a grimace, her expression filled with reluctance.

"Without them, you might have really been kidnapped, or fallen off a mountain and been eaten by wolves."

"... It wouldn't be that exaggerated."

"It's that exaggerated." An Xiang into those eyes. "Momo, you're lucky to have met kind people. If you encountered misfortune, you wouldn't even have a chance to ask for help. So you should be grateful for this kindness, because they saved you from misfortune, understand?"

An Zimo glanced at An Xiang, wanting to tell An Xiang that she was able to meet kind people because he had the superpower of reading minds; bad people wouldn't get on the bus with her.

Although somewhat reluctant, An Zimo took the phone, pressed the microphone, and said thank you.

[I won't change my name until I lose 10 pounds: Hey little one, did you see your Mommy? You can't wander off to such far places again.]

She replied quickly, seemingly having been keeping an eye on her private messages.

An Xiang to type. "[Thank you so much for today. Momo was able to come back thanks to you.]"

[I won't change my name until I lose 10 pounds: It's okay, it's okay. We just got off the highway too. That kid was so pretty, I noticed him right away. I'm glad he's alright. I just found out you draw comics too, I hope your work becomes a huge hit!]

An Xiang at the screen, An felt instantly healed.

She packed up her phone and, taking advantage of An Zimo's inattention, leaned over and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek.

An Zimo's expression changed, and he retreated helplessly, angrily accusing her, "Don't kiss me like that! Men and women should keep their distance. You can't do this kind of thing just because I'm young. Adults' lips have many diseases, and my immunity isn't strong yet. What if I get infected? You really don't understand anything. Do I have to teach you these things?"

The stronger his reaction, the deeper An Xiang's smile became.

An Zimo was even more annoyed until he heard a thought coming from behind him—

[envious.]

I want to be kissed too.

An Zimo glared fiercely at Pei Yizhou.

--A colored embryo!

--You'd better not eat a fart!

I'm hungry.

Hearing her son say that, An Xiang hurriedly rummaged through her bag for her keys. She was still a little scared, and her hands kept shaking. Tiandu.

An Zimo couldn't stand it any longer, so he went over, grabbed the bag, and quickly took out the key to open the door.

"Is Momo injured?"

After entering, An Xiang looked him up and down with concern.

He didn't seem to have suffered any harm; apart from being a bit dirty, there were no other injuries.

An Xiang hurriedly went to get him a change of clothes so he could go back to his room to shower, and then prepared to go to the kitchen to cook for her son.

"I'll do it."

In the midst of the busyness, a pair of arms reached out and took the kitchen knife from An Xiang's hand.

An Xiang stared intently at the man's handsome profile so close to hers, then paused, quickly stopping him. "You don't have a sense of taste, how could you possibly cook..."

"It's okay, I'm looking at the recipe."

"I'll do it." An Xiang sniffed; perhaps from being caught a chill in the rain, her throat was a little itchy. She turned away and coughed twice. "You... you go take a shower too, use the bathroom in my room."

"No need," Pei Yizhou said firmly. "Go change your clothes and take a shower, don't catch a cold. Just tell me which container each seasoning is in."

The man was determined to cook this meal.

An Xiang was quite helpless. He had no sense of taste or smell and relied entirely on others to serve him. It would be a miracle if he could even finish the dish today. But he couldn't persuade him otherwise, so he finally gave in, "Then you cook the vegetables, and I'll add the seasonings last."

"Yes, I understand."

Pei Yizhou downloaded an app called "Lazy Cooking" and started learning from the tutorials.

"Then let me help you put on your apron." An Xiang took out her own floral apron, put her hands behind the man's back, and slowly tightened the straps. The man's waist was lean and muscular, and the aura emanating from him made her head spin even more.

The sudden intimate contact made Pei Yizhou lower her long eyelashes, a secret joy rising in her heart.

"Sorry."

"Um?"

My parents' situation has caused you distress.

An Xiang that Pei Yizhou would apologize to her. She was stunned for a moment, then nodded to accept the apology.

"This will absolutely never happen again, I promise."

"Okay, sure." An Xiang leave the kitchen, but then turned back. "Pei Yizhou, thank you for coming back." She slowly lowered her eyes and went to the bedroom to quickly wash herself. When she came out, An Zimo had also tidied himself up. He had changed into his pajamas, and his unkempt hair was sticking to his head, making his fair and rosy face look even more delicate and lovely.

An Xiang knew her son had gone to great lengths to escape, and he'd probably done quite a few dangerous things. She didn't want to punish him for it; after all, everything he did was to get back to her. Compared to his previous attitude, An Zimo's current behavior was enough to make her feel gratified.

When he feels a sense of belonging to this family, it means he is not the emotionless person the doctor described.

"That effeminate old man told me that you sent me there, and that you didn't want me."

An Xiang and Pei Yizhou in the kitchen were both stunned, especially Pei Yizhou, whose anger, which had just subsided, suddenly surged up again.

"But I didn't believe it." An Zimo said this with a hint of pride, but more so with mockery of Pei Jinglin's intelligence. "That kind of talk might fool a three-year-old."

An Xiang suppress a laugh, "But aren't you just a three-year-old?"

An Zimo rolled her eyes at An Xiang. "Please be more serious. I'm three years and seven months old this year." Including my previous life, I'm practically an adult. In another year, I'll reach the legal drinking age in China.

"Why did you specifically tell me this?" An Xiang a little surprised. Based on her son's personality, he shouldn't have explained things like this to her.

"I just have a feeling that woman will come back sometime. I don't want you to think I was fooled by those kinds of words; that's an insult to my intelligence. So it's better to be clear." An Zimo rubbed his empty stomach. "Is the food ready? I'm hungry."

"Is your Uncle Pei cooking?" An Xiang asked, pointing behind her.

An Zimo turned to look at Pei Yizhou, who was wearing an apron, and his expression immediately became indescribable. "Who gave you the confidence to go into that kitchen?"

Does this person have any self-awareness? Is he really completely clueless about basic human decency?

Seeing his son's displeased expression, Pei Yizhou's gaze intentionally or unintentionally fell on An Xiang.

She had expected this outcome and said without any guilt, "I gave it to you."

An Zimo: "..."

"It's alright, let's try it. After all, it's Uncle Pei's first time cooking." An Xiang led her son to the dining table. Upon closer inspection, the food looked alright; apart from the meat being burnt, there were no other problems. She just didn't know how it would taste.

Pei Yizhou served three bowls of rice and handed them chopsticks, saying confidently, "Don't worry, I followed the instructions exactly."

That's what they say, but...

An Xiang took the chopsticks and tentatively picked up a piece of green pepper, putting it in her mouth and chewing it slowly.

It's so salty!!!

Her fingers tightened around the chopsticks, her expression awkward; she didn't know whether to swallow the green pepper in her mouth or not.

"This is so difficult..."

Before An Zimo could finish speaking, An Xiang stuffed rice into his mouth.

Given Pei Yizhou's status and position, this must be the first time he's ever cooked, especially considering his impaired sense of taste. We can't let his efforts go to waste.

"Is it good?" Pei Yizhou slowly savored his creation. Although it didn't have much flavor, he nodded with satisfaction. "Hmm, it's cooked."

An Zimo: "...???"

What, you want to live and be eaten?

Even if you make a fire for a gorilla, the food it cooks will be better than what you can make, okay?

He buried his head in his mouth, shoveling rice into his mouth in frustration, without touching any of the vegetables. He dared not eat, fearing he might be poisoned.

As a result, by the early hours of the morning, An Zimo felt that he really did have food poisoning.

Could Pei Yizhou really be jealous that An Xiang kiss him, so he poisoned him???

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Pei Yizhou: I am your father, but your mother makes you call me uncle, so I dare not say it, and I dare not ask.

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Two hundred yuan in red envelopes, just in time for midnight, hehe, goodnight.